This weekend I went home with one goal, to talk to the lady who is making our cake for the wedding. It didn't happen.

So I left work at 1pm on Friday and drove home. My dad and I hung out friday night and drank some homebrew that I brought and drank his homebrew. Both were really good but mine needs to age a while longer. Then Saturday was the day I was supposed to meet with the cake lady. I decided I would rather do it on Sunday instead so I re-scheduled it for the next day. The rest of the day my brother and I drove around in the country and shot trees, signs, and attempted to get the occasional deer with my paintball gun for a while. We quickly ran out of ammo and had to drive to Farm King and pick up 500 more paintballs which we used about half of. That night my dad made a big Mexican dinner and we drank more beer. Sunday rolls around and I am trying to get a hold of the cake lady with no luck. She calls me back and says she cannot meet with me. I am re-scheduled until March 25th.

Weak..

[Listening to: You'll Never Make It - Pennywise]